Brother

today my brother returned,

leaping into my worn out soul,

renewing the waning strength,

which lay desperately clinging

to the edge,

in danger of disappearing

forever;

together we roamed ancient forests,

tasting the sweetness of forbidden kills,

drenched in the blood

of stolen life,

drawing strength from one another,

the strength for survival

in our parallel but

separate worlds;

thank you

brother of the night,

whispering with the wind,

dark and sleek,

making the kill,

swift and clean.

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